User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110808202037/@comment-3135907-20110808202044

The fat weasel gives an unearthly scream when he sees the rat's head go under. Desperately he tries to flounder his way back to Redfang's side of the stream, but it is too late, and with a burble his head disappears as well. The others in the water begin thrashing, sobbing, screaming and moaning. Another rat goes under, then a stoat. On the other bank that has been their goal, the ferret and rats appear again, chuckling and leaning back on sandy boulders, tossing pebbles at their doomed foes. Finally Rigbind has begun crossing, and has swam over the sand, keeping his footpaws kicking in the water. He makes it to the middle of the stream, where he discovers that there is no sand but rock. With a laugh he wades toward shore. He turns back to the others. "Cummon, just swim over the sand, don't wade through the first part. Swim to me, then we kin wade. It jus' takes a bit o'-" His eyes roll back in his skull and his head lolls to one side as an arrow pierces his unprotected back. He sinks facefirst into the water.